Black Da Dealer - Let'em Fly lyrics

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Hook:

I get em in and I let em fly

Gotta keep an alibi,

All my cars went like okay

But they call me bout my own name.

Married to the streets I got my wind line,

Put that mother*cker city cocaine,

See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoia

I’d rather sing a song, can’t you sing it hard?

Money talk pushing on the marathon,

Old thing, you can call it ..

She took me down her bigger, can make a crown

I’ma hit that, hit that p**sy like a ten bone

Big chain, black the ruler,

Like past saggin’ ain’t no telling where them ..

I got the truth full of linger,

Who’s in the mood and I sing song,

If I catch her boy, they lullaby songs,

And falling keeping me, I’ma take em nano

Supposed so might kush I came everything

News brind new, got so many things

Your dirty one bite nigga, so put flexin in your white nigga

Keep my gun face, I want that on face,

I want the fish tale, .. for crack sale

Hook:

I get em, I get em in and I let em fly,

Gotta keep an alibi,

All my cars went like okay

But they call me bout my own name.

Married to the streets I got my wind line,

Put that mother*cker city cocaine,

See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoia

I’d rather sing a song, can’t you sing it hard?

I’m a street nigga, barely check my resume,

I’m in the kitchen with the type of song, Bill Gates

Fiscal, I’m talking white flex,

So many grounds in the spot I can take some .. case

These niggas get trap movies moving slow, I call it dead calling

.. bust this strip down like I’m a sensei

Man I beat the bitch, I’m wipped it like should surely made

Hit it with that warning she start early, tend like .. Jay,

And I’m selling duices, my seats her air beauty,

Inspire fifty Benz and I don’t need no other roothie

I keep a couple thousand stash, get my rallie ..

Fifty how risk, middle tent, telling that is getting money

I keep on pouring bitch and I’m on some balling shit

I hope you never ball a brick, I swear you and my niggas some cool brick

They saying money .. I guess that’s why I’m talking shit

I call my migo up, I teddy time got more than blacking,

Hook:

I get em in and I let em fly

Gotta keep an alibi,

All my cars went like okay

But they call me bout my own name.

Married to the streets I got my wind line,

Put that mother*cker city cocaine,

See you pulling in the faces, make me paranoia

I’d rather sing a song, can’t you sing it hard?

And I’ve been dig a nigga won’t go and check in like a five star holding tale

Bitch you are your .. M, you understanding me?

Bitch you nigga DJ big house one time

F*ck around from that Westside, yall understanding me?

just roll the big Zack, ATL was that nigga

.. street nigga shit, like the dealer MA,

Black Da Dealer.